Goodbye, Mr. Regret

"Hello, President Lawson. The acquisition plan for the Wheeler Group is ready. Would you like to review it now?"

Timothy Lawson paused, remembering the look of anger on Jessica Greene's face back at the restaurant when he'd announced the Wheeler Group takeover. After a moment, he said, "Leave it on my desk for now."

"Understood. Also, I've contacted several wedding planners, and their proposals have arrived. When would be a good time for Mrs. Lawson to look them over?"

"She's still in the hospital. Have someone deliver them to The Gilded Whisper Estates. She can review them after she's discharged."

It turned out Sheila Howard's injuries weren't serious. Once her wound was bandaged and the shot administered, she was almost ready to leave.

As she passed Jessica's hospital room, Sheila glanced through the little window in the door and saw Timothy sitting quietly by Jessica's bedside.

She bent down and spoke softly to Henry Lawson. "Your dad wants to stay at the hospital to take care of your mom. We shouldn't disturb them. How about I take you home?"

"Thank you, Miss Sheila."

Sheila led Henry back to The Gilded Whisper Estates.

Just then, Secretary Allen's assistant arrived with the wedding planners'

proposals.

Sheila and Henry took the stack of glossy booklets together.

Henry flipped through the sample photos, frowning in confusion. "Who's getting

all this stuff

course Henry didn't

a

he'd really

her jaw, jealousy swirling inside

supposed to be

years ago, they'd been so close

Timothy back then, her

of this-this lovely, happy little family-should have been

"Miss Sheila?"

her

probably your dad and mom's wedding. I heard your dad say

frowned. "But they're so old already. Why

would know his real mom was Jessica. Then, whenever he

supposed to do

the time Jessica opened her eyes again, dusk had

"You're awake?"

drifted

head to look at

here, after all this

in. Your fever's gone.

him right